Wizeman Nights Novels & Stories

I took a sip of my wine, searching the room. The estate had glass walls, manicured lawns, and a DJ booth pumping out bass into the night. This was not some down home werewolf meeting; it was a supernatural elite mixer, courtesy of the elite of the Blackwood pack, whose compound was just outside of town. Derek had made me come here, his voice harsh in our pack’s group chat. “You’re going, Sienna. We need their favor.”

another added, glancing briefly at the others. The club had been clear about that. Each of them had booked anonymously. None of them knew who the others were. “No,” I said. “You don’t.” That seemed to settle something. The man by the wall moved first. Not fast. Just enough to shift the space between us. I stayed where I was. This was the point where everything moved forward or stopped completely. And I already knew which way it would go. I pressed confirm. And immediately wished I had waited one more minute.